GOLD Lyrics

Gold all on my wrist

Gold all on ma neck

Gold all in my teeth

Gold all in my pockeeet

Gold all onn my wrist

Gold all on ma neck

Gold all in my teeth

Gold all in my pocket

They say the truth is so bitter

I drank me a whole bottle

Still i ain't spit it out

I have been rapping and trapping

A studio assassin

But still I ain't packing

I grew up with brothers and sisters

Cousins and preachers

Distant lovers

Fuck all the plug talk

Where the lump sums

I just need some

Ma nigga handle your bidness

Don't try to finish my sentence

My life is a perfect attendance

That's why I deserve all these medals

Oyedepo flow I'm a winner

I'm busy I'm whipping my dinner

I'm standing right next to God

Forgive me I know I'm a sinner

I know I'm a sinner yea

Gold

I touch it i turn it to Gold

My wrist and my neck is on Gold

I Hustle all day for the Gold yeaaa

Gold

I flip it and sell it for Gold

The things imma do for the Gold

All The shit imma do for the Gold Yeaaa

Gold

I touch it i turn it to Gold

My wrist and my neck is on Gold

I Hustle all day for the Gold yeaaa

Gold

I flip it and sell it for Gold

The things imma do for the Gold

All The shit imma do for the Gold

Yea

I gat the world in my pocket

Aim for the moon with a rocket

All of this drip like a faucet

I cut niggas off like I'm offset

I don't be around anybody that talk About drugs

Or they catching a body

My life is the product of all my decisions

And that's why I'm moving so godly

Back to back with all the bangers

If you want it then I got it

I'm not into all of that new shit

Bullshit

Miss me I doubt it

These niggas can't recognize

How I keep killing shit twice

I put ma city on the map

Kubville

Hollywood rappers they act

Fuck all the stories they told

Snitch and I'm snatching your soul

I'm Riding round with my woes

I don't fuck around with these hoes

And if you ain't playing I'm ghost

Na brag I dey brag no be boast

Na your kele i dey toast

Na who

Na your kele I dey toast

Na she I dey toast

Yea

Gold

I touch it i turn it to Gold

My wrist and my neck is on Gold

I Hustle all day for the Gold yeaaa

Gold

I flip it and sell it for Gold

The things imma do for the Gold

All The shit imma do for the Gold Yeaa

Gold

I touch it i turn it to Gold

My wrist and my neck is on Gold

I Hustle all day for the Gold yeaaa

Gold

I flip it and sell it for Gold

The things imma do for the Gold

All The shit imma do for the Gold Yea

I got the world in my pocket

Shoot for the moon with a rocket

All of this gold in my pocket

Shoot for the stars imma catch it

Shoot for the stars imma catch it

I got the world in my pocket..

Ogbeni calm down no dey stress me

No dey stress me

Yea